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I’m quite sure that
every one of us—at some time or another—has dreamed about what it would be like to have a
more glamorous life. Admit it. You’ve done it. You’ve daydreamed while scrubbing the
toilet, imagining what it would be like to have a house with twelve toilets—and a
cleaning staff to scrub them for you. You’ve watched shows about people like P. Diddy or
J-Lo or Jennifer Aniston, and you wished that you, too, could have a full-time on-call
hair stylist—and that you, too, could afford to vacation in an oceanfront chateau.
Nancy Stern, a Manhattan pre-school teacher with no social life outside
her classroom of purebred socialite kids, is overcome by her imagination when another
Nancy Stern moves into her building. The other Nancy Stern is nothing like her—she’s
tall and blonde and can obviously afford implants. She lives in the penthouse and
interviews celebrities for a living.
Plain-Jane Nancy has no idea how
her life is about to change when she starts getting her more glamorous namesake’s
mail—and phone calls…and roses…and dry cleaning. And it’s hard not to imagine
what it would be like to live a different life. So when a man calls her apartment,
thinking he’s asking Penthouse Nancy out on a blind date, she can’t help but play
along…
Name Dropping is a story of love, murder, jewels, and
mistaken identity. It’s sometimes predictable, sometimes surprising, sometimes a little
corny, and sometimes frustrating (Stop lying to the guy, and just tell him who you
really are!), but it’s entertaining nonetheless. It’ll keep you wondering which
characters to believe—and it’ll give you a warm, fuzzy feeling in the end, like all good
chick lit should. It’s a fun read to pack in your gym bag or your carryon or your beach
bag.
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